Free Web NovelChapter 132: Chapter 132: One Flower, One World; One Leaf, One Bodhi
Faced with the withered old man’s assertiveness, the Martial King hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"Ancestor, the Dragon Vein of our Martial Kingdom is no ordinary thing. It has its own spirit. Only someone it acknowledges can inherit it. Now that the Dragon Vein’s physical form has been destroyed, it has no vessel. If we were to extract it, no one would be able to gain its approval, and the Dragon Vein would dissipate into the world!"
As soon as he said this, the withered old man’s face turned cold.
"Hahahaha!"
Just then, a boisterous laugh came from outside the study. King Zhenwu then pushed the door open and walked in. "Brother, are you saying that even with our ancestor’s power, he can’t gain the Dragon Vein’s approval?"
The Martial King glanced at King Zhenwu without a word, thinking to himself:
’If the ancestor had been able to gain the Dragon Vein’s approval back then, my great-grandfather would never have inherited the throne.’
A thought occurred to the Martial King, and he shot a cold glare at King Zhenwu. "Was it you who asked the ancestor to come out? Don’t you know this is a critical moment in his seclusion? He must not be disturbed!"
King Zhenwu was stunned. He hadn’t even had a chance to blame Gu Yan, yet Gu Yan was already blaming him. "I was merely thinking of our Royal Family’s future. I don’t want the Dragon Vein to fall into an outsider’s hands."
"I already have a solution for the Dragon Vein."
The Martial King said calmly, "I have already betrothed the Ninth Princess to Shen Daoxing. What Shen Daoxing has inside him is the Dragon Vein Origin, which can be passed down through his bloodline! In the next generation, the Dragon Vein can still remain with our Royal Family."
Hearing this, the withered old man was aghast. "Nonsense! Since when does our Royal Family pass things down through a woman? This Shen Daoxing must die!"
"I will never let Shen Daoxing die!" The Martial King turned and said coldly, confronting the withered old man head-on. "I will not let Yawei become a widow right after getting married! Ancestor, you’ve grown muddled in your old age. You should return to your seclusion, lest you waste what little life you have left by getting angry."
With that, the Martial King waved his sleeve and coldly strode out of the study.
’It wasn’t easy getting the Ninth Princess married off.’
He was most worried about this ninth daughter of his. She had a weak personality and an ugly appearance; who would be willing to marry her?
It was a rare opportunity that Shen Daoxing didn’t mind and was willing to marry Weiya.
’How could he easily let go of a prize he had worked so hard to secure?’
"You..."
The withered old man was seething with rage.
King Zhenwu, Gu Tian, stood there dumbfounded. He hadn’t expected his brother to be so unyielding, not even giving the ancestor any face.
"Ancestor, what do we do now?"
King Zhenwu asked, looking at the withered old man in astonishment.
"Don’t be hasty. Let me first see for myself just who this Shen Daoxing is."
The withered old man’s expression had already calmed as he spoke faintly.
***
Following the release of the Martial King’s imperial edict of marriage, the news quickly spread throughout the entire imperial city, and even the entire Martial Kingdom, whether by chance or deliberate rumor-mongering.
Many people were surprised by this. In their eyes, if the Martial King wanted to win over Shen Daoxing, he should have betrothed his favorite daughter, Princess Anyun. They never expected it would be the Ninth Princess, known as the ugliest in the Martial Kingdom.
The Ninth Princess was rumored to be the Martial King’s least favored daughter.
However, as the imperial palace was decorated with lanterns and colored banners and began handing out celebratory money, the entire imperial city grew festive.
This was enough to show how much importance the Martial Kingdom’s Royal Family placed on this marriage.
It also caused the rumors about the Martial King disliking the Ninth Princess to crumble on their own.
Meanwhile, everyone at the Sword Institute had been worried that some misfortune might befall Shen Daoxing in the palace, but hearing this news put their minds completely at ease.
"Hehe, my disciple Shen Daoxing really has promise! He makes one trip to the imperial palace and snags a princess. Impressive, truly impressive! He takes after me in my prime."
Bai Yi said with high praise after taking a swig of wine.
Although Shen Daoxing had not formally become his student, Bai Yi already considered him his Direct Disciple.
"What ’prime’? Senior Brother, if you’d had even a tenth of Shen Daoxing’s charisma back in the day, you wouldn’t still be single."
Nearby, Ling Shuanghua couldn’t help but cut him down.
Bai Yi wasn’t embarrassed at all. He just chuckled. "Hehe, Junior Sister, alas, what are you talking about? This is called the One-Hearted Sword Dao. I see worldly beauties as nothing but skeletons. Back in the day, plenty of women threw themselves at me!"
Ling Shuanghua rolled her eyes, said nothing more, and walked coldly back to her room.
Bai Yi simply felt that his junior sister was in a strange mood today.
Then, Bai Yi looked to the side where He Ku was cultivating with a large stone on his back.
"You’re using the same cultivation method. Why is Shen Daoxing’s strength advancing by leaps and bounds, while you, He Ku, haven’t even broken through to the Profound Platform realm?"
Bai Yi said with a hint of disdain.
"Elder Bai, me?"
He Ku felt incredibly wronged. ’I’m just an ordinary person, as ordinary as they come. How can I possibly compare to a monster like Daoxing?’
"Add another thousand pounds of weight!"
Bai Yi ordered calmly.
"Ah?"
He Ku let out a long, mournful cry.
***
For the past few days, the imperial palace had been bustling with activity, adorned with lanterns and colorful decorations. It was a lively scene.
But the man of the hour, Shen Daoxing, had been holed up in the Treasure Pavilion cultivating for days. Aside from eating and drinking, he hadn’t taken a single step outside.
At this moment, a whirlwind seemed to stir within the Treasure Pavilion. Countless Celestial and Earthly Treasures floated in the air like a vortex, spinning rapidly around Shen Daoxing. A torrent of potent Primordial Energy surged out of them like a great tide, flowing into his body.
Inside Shen Daoxing’s Dantian, the Seven-Colored Profound Platform shimmered brilliantly as countless motes of Spiritual Power, refined from Primordial Energy, drifted down like dust.
The land beneath the Seven-Colored Profound Platform had unknowingly doubled in size.
Above, the phantom of a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon danced, continuously shedding golden motes of light. The land below was now lush and verdant.
One flower, one world; one leaf, one enlightenment.
Shen Daoxing possessed a Venerable Bloodline and pursued the path of a Venerable Supreme. His cultivation was the cultivation of an entire world. This prosperous scene within his Dantian was the manifestation of his power, a tangible representation of his abilities.
Shen Daoxing opened his eyes. A golden light suddenly streamed over his entire body from head to toe before quickly receding.
In a daze, Shen Daoxing felt that something deep within him had broken through. His senses sharpened, his perception of the surrounding Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi becoming much more acute.
Over the past few days, Shen Daoxing had unknowingly broken through to the Seventh Layer of the Grotto Heaven realm.
However, he gradually discovered that the Celestial and Earthly Treasures in the Treasure Pavilion were having less and less of an effect on his power.
Because his Dantian contained a Seven-Colored Profound Platform, he already required far more Primordial Energy than an ordinary Martial Artist.
Furthermore, it seemed he had developed a resistance after directly absorbing too many Spirit Grasses and Spiritual Medicines.
This was only to be expected. If one could easily advance their cultivation with a large quantity of Spirit Herb Immortal Elixirs, the Martial Kingdom could have used the resources of the entire nation to create a massive number of experts. But cultivation was never so simple.
Shen Daoxing looked inward at his Dantian. The stone statue of the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon atop the Seven-Colored Profound Platform was glowing brilliantly, completely golden. It now looked exactly like the golden dragon statue on the Trial Mountain Peak.
Shen Daoxing hadn’t just been cultivating these past few days; he had also almost completely merged with the power of the Dragon Vein.
